Tangerine - Steven Sandage

Peeled back, the black lace on your thighs,

Pink silk sheets and Born To Die echoing off mist kissed windows.

Fistfuls of soft onyx strands twist in my grip,

Cognac laced lips speak sweet meaningful nothings.

Hopeful breaths mixed with astonishment,

Moist words sneak through clenched teeth.

Opaque whispers crawl along the bassline,

Reverberating, getting stronger in the silence.

Flickers of tangerine candlelight tiptoe across your shoulders.

Steven Sandage is a creative writing major in his senior year at Fresno State. He is currently working as a reporter for the Clovis Roundup community newspaper. His poetry has been published 12 times, and his first published short story made its way into the San Joaquin Review last year.